For those who are about to write, we salute you.
For generations we've wished that the youth would act Now they do, we complain, belittle, push them back. Stop assuming they know nothing, been force-fed false truths, They're canny and wily, they know what's fake news. Perhaps you should listen, hear what they say They have views, made opinions and at the end of the … Continue reading Intervention (a poem)
The walkway had remanants of ice creeping round the edges, climbing out of the water and trying to reach me. Each step took a huge amount of effort to stay upright. It took even more effort to keep going forward. The water itself was calm. It was as pristine as a mirror, completely without blemish. … Continue reading The Monster in the Cabin
I've been trying to enter a lot of competitions and submit to anthologies lately. My writing group have been sharing the different outlets we've found and it's led to the conversation - does a theme make it harder or easier? I've submitted stories that fit themes and some that only fit a genre. And honestly, … Continue reading Inspiration – where do you find it?
"How are we going to get out of here!" Rick's voice betrayed his rising level of hysteria. The vault door was firmly shut behind them and the armed police were in position. Everything had gone wrong but the gang's leader was still loading money into his bag like he didn't have a care in the … Continue reading Heist of a Lifetime – a flash fiction story
So since I started putting a lot of effort in to getting work out there in September, I've submitted to quite a few competitions (won none), offered work to zines and anthologies (one got accepted WOOOOOOO) and put the odd story up here. (Read the odd however you think 😉 However, with most, the time … Continue reading Feedback Wars – to cry or not to cry..?
I stare at you each evening once the servants have gone below. In this deepest part of my chamber, you are my hidden secret. Candlelight picks out your finer details, the flickering orange bringing you to life. But you don’t need any help do you? Little by little, hour by hour you fight against your … Continue reading Burning Glass – a flash fiction
The radiator always reminded her of him. The distinct little scratches in the pipe work and the gouges in the skirting board behind. She gave a weary sigh and sat at the table, cupping her hands around her hot coffee mug. It had been four months now and she was starting to feel lonely again. … Continue reading Losing friends – a short story
